Tag: Persephone

the-rolling-libero:

y’know, I know that tumblr gets a lot of shit for being obsessed with a Persephone, how they make her into something that she’s not supposed to be and misinterpret the actual myth etc. etc, but honestly? The fact that the people who are changing Persephone into who she has become to tumblr– the young woman who claims agency over herself and isn’t half so helpless as men would make her out to be,

the woman who licks her fingers after every pomegranate seed, the woman who walks into hell with sunlight in her eyes, flowers in her hair, and hard ambition in her heart, –the people who do that are most often teenage girls themselves. It’s an act of reclaiming a piece of what’s practically pop culture and adapting it to the times, just like myths have always meant to be. It’s taking the story of a victimized girl and making it the story of a queen.

in every version of the myth,
it is so much braver to be orpheus,
who played his lyre,
who cried,
who fell into the depths of hell
for his eurydice.

she earns no story
aside from what his sorrow allows.
more muse than maiden,
more brushstroke than paint.

she is only she
when he is sad about it.

i’d like to think that eurydice
was more than just a skeleton
of brush bristles and bones.
that she was a writer,
that she snored when she slept,
that her hands were unscarred
when orpheus claimed her out of hell.

because she never tried to climb out of it.

( that persephone was gentle
when she touched her on the soul. )

“you are more than muse.
you are more than what he cares to know.”

when you think orpheus,
you think mistake,
heartbreak,
the chance he didn’t take.

when i think eurydice,
i think the queen of the underworld
and the duchess of myth.
ghost eyes on pale skin,
bent flower stems, wide hips.

how heavenly it was,
her hell,
how it kissed her on the lips.

PERSEPHONE AND EURYDICE || naiche lizzette (via wrathofmorrigan)